Lonely in a Crowd of Angels

A thousand feathers brush against my coatI breathe the halo-static in the airI have a prayer stuck inside my throatBecause I know the seraphim are thereThey stand so close, but keep their voices lowA holy audience watching me below

And I am lonely in a crowd of angelsEnveloped by a warmth I cannot holdThe Maker cleared His seat at the tableAnd pushed me out into the earthly coldHe hid His face so I could find my ownTo grow a soul, you have to stand alone

If I were bathed in everlasting lightI’d be a shadow, blinded by the graceSo I was dropped into this quiet nightTo carve my meaning in an empty spaceThey guard my soul, but let me trip and fallBecause the bruising is the point of it all

The silence isn't punishment, it's space!A blank page where I finally write my nameIf He controlled my hands and set my paceI’d only be a moth inside His flameI embrace the exile, I accept the tearI had to leave His arms to make it here!

Yes, I am lonely in a crowd of angelsEnveloped by a warmth I cannot holdThe Maker cleared His seat at the tableAnd pushed me out into the earthly coldHe hid His face so I could find my ownTo grow a soul, you have to stand alone

I feel their wingsThey watch me mendLonely by designBut mine in the end